Ore Sensitivity- Silean is able to sense the presence of metal, especially in its most raw forms, through what essentially boils down to a specialized echolocation sent out by her heart. As such, she is able to pinpoint metal down to a scrap, and with her knowledge, figure out generally what it is.

The Grace: Unlike most users of metal, Silean does not directly attack with her element. Her talent is crafting and shaping it, in particular. Metal around her, if she expends energy, liquifies at room temperature. She has to know in advance if it is going to be there, though, so this does not function as a constant. Her touch allows her to shape creations of metal so long as she can create them from scratch in her mind with the material available. Once a design is used in her mind, she must research or imagine to get it back. Silversteel Raw life energy is required to make this compound, as well as very specific metallic mixtures. However, the material that is created is the base through which Silean operates. This places a heavy toll on her, as she has slowly begun to mutate parts of her arms and legs into this material. As such, she is vulnerable to any attack that would damage metal.

-Techniques

The Librarians If there is one thing that bothers Silean, it is losing knowledge. As a result, she transcribes as much information as she can to books in a library. Her bodyguards, seemingly harmless, are called the Librarians. They are as vaguely humanoid as possible. No faces, no gender, no distinguishing features. They cannot even speak. However, one must not underestimate these guardians of knowledge. They are still made of metal and are deceptively fast. While their standing orders are not to kill, they don't always obey so well.

The Lions: Unlike the Librarians, who are simple and relatively harmless, The Lions, not truly such, but vaguely catlike monstrosities made of metal, believe themselves carnivorous, and will not hesitate to lash out at people made of flesh. They are, however, leashed to a 100-foot radius of wherever they were created. They are more guard dogs than lions, in that sense. However, they are incredibly dangerous. Their claws and teeth are especially cut for inflicting pain as well as death.

Silver Bubble: One of the simplest concepts for a metal user- Silean, when in a panic, brings a clear bubble made of silver-laced metal to shield her. This bubble lasts so long as she has the stamina to keep it up. It does have air pockets, though due to it being clear, they are very hard to find.

Lance of Silver: Rather than a weapon that Silean uses herself, she will often animate a 'statue' (See Librarians) she has created and warp one of its arms to become a specific lance, barbed and twisted. Only one of these will exist at a given time, though no explanation is ever given by Silean as to why. It seems to have some personal significance.

Pick This is Silean's favored weapon. She refuses to participate in combat, but if by some horrible forced hand of fate she is put into combat, she uses her mining pick (quite expertly, in fact). It's almost eerie how well she knows how to kill with a mining tool.

First Aid KitBlank Journals (250, throughout several locations) Constant supply of pensVery, very good rations

Vehicle Silean doesn't go for flair often, but for travelling, she has a horse made of metal.

Appearance:

Silean is far from plain, not that she would let anyone act on it. Her hair is blonde in reality, but due to many dye-ings, it now appears to be silver against her pale skin, making her look almost ghostlike. Her blue eyes are icy, almost grey, and sharp. She is somewhat shapely, though this is not outright accentuated. She does not dress more than she wishes.

However, that's not to say that she ignores her femininity- not at all. She wears a ring of silver upon her left hand and keeps her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her normal outfit is a short top and khakis beneath a somewhat-open lab coat, prized for being , if nothing else, 'clean'.

She carries herself highly, and while her nose isn't in the air necessarily, she looks down on most people. At 5'11", she can look down on an awful lot of people. She is of pleasant figure, though nothing is ever in excess with this woman, except coldness.

[i][b]Personality: How do you act?

If there is nothing else that one takes away from meeting Silean, it's that she refuses to show excess. If not prepared, it might appear that she doesn't exhibit emotion, though those who are used to her can read it...somewhat, after a while. She looks down on most people, though she never outright says it. The phrase 'simpleton' often is on her lips, though mostly unsaid.

She is not especially loud, and will not silence the rude unless things are clearly out of control. Control is something important to her, out of pride or something. She refuses to do anything that she cannot in some way control. Incredibly stubborn behind her mask, one would be foolish to try to get her to drop any of her agenda.

Due to her pride and lack of excess, she tends to be a loner, though, she can work with others, so long as she deems them useful. She is spiteful, but will not openly act on anything. Woe be unto the person who earns her ire.

-Always puts her hair to the right side when meeting with males, always to the left when with females, when with both, down the middle. -Mutters under her breath-Cannot stand fish. at all. -Despises sunrise and sunset.-Loves, however, mid-day and night. -Only eats facing away from people.-Will inform people at the start of a meal to keep their crunching and chewing to themselves.-Hates, hates Hates HATES Styrofoam.Bio:

A gifted girl from the start, Amelia Silea was no ordinary girl- she couldn't care less for dolls or princess stories or princes. She liked rocks- pretty rocks, mind you, but rocks none the less. Quartz was the first stone she studied. Perhaps it was the quartz necklace her mother wore every day- perhaps it was that her father was a miner- this girl cared more about stone than anything else.

However, even her parents became alarmed as this girl became more and more reserved- she wouldn't respond emotionally to them after age seven. She stopped smiling in public, and mostly, in private. She stopped calling her parents 'Mother' and 'Father' eventually, just acknowledging them with a nod.

At around age nine, she began leaving home at night to go study rocks in detail at a makeshift laboratory under a local theater. This went on for two months before her parents forbade it. She took her father's pick and left home.

She took refuge, after running away, with a strange doctor living in the Grand Canyon. He spoke of ritual metal medicine. His face was several different shades, possibly due to lead poisoning earlier in life. Without a doubt, he was insane, but let the girl do as she pleased and gave her the education she needed.

At age sixteen, she began attending a college nearby, though dropped out in the third year. Her grades were spectacular, but she simply left. No explanation given.

She began to wander after that. The body of the good doctor was found shortly after Amelia's departure from college. Whether it was suicide or murder, the host was no longer necessary, and was disposed of.

Hearing of a conflict involving people of great power, a cold interest began to grow in the girl, and so, ever since, she has been looking for information about it.

Ionix: Seems good, thanks for the effort your putting to help with filling the villain slots.

On another note: Its kinda time to start moving forwards. I didn't put any NPC as i said since i saw people start posting and they would be a problem to add to the plot properly, but things seemed to have slowed down again. I need everyone to gather at the bases as soon as possible, its time for the phase to start.

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Ok men! I have posted the first step of two in order for us to step into the new arc. For all who wonder why i didn't write for the Cult base, its cause Elend asked to write that part and as such he should post it as soon as he's done, it shouldn't be too long now.

Now frankly all we need is people to gather (for the heroes) and respond a bit and off we are to Luna Portus and the first great confrontation.

Made it myself. (Tukinode may not reflect the ideas of his original creator)

Mother of darkness, mother of light, earth beneath us, soul in flight, songs of love and love of life, guide us to our heart.We all come from the Goddess and to her we shall return like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean.

Mother of darkness, mother of light, earth beneath us, soul in flight, songs of love and love of life, guide us to our heart.We all come from the Goddess and to her we shall return like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean.

Ah yes, thanks for that. I see why I overlooked it now, haha. I had two versions I was working on, looks like I didn't fully replace the old version after all. Thanks for bringing that to my attention MLS.